Trust me

Pretty skies and Paintings ❀

A gush of hot air blew against my face as I slipped out of my dingy apartment, a smile spreading across my lips. In these past few days -3 to be exact- of knowing Reu I've been happier than I've been in years. He was changing my life drastically, even if he barely knew me.

In the amount of time we've spent together, I've told him some of my little secrets. Like how my mother died or why I sit under the tree, to escape from this dreadful world. But I could never bring myself to tell him my big ones. It's never come up, so I've never felt the need.

And as crazy as it sounds, I'm happy. More than happy. Because I've finally found someone to talk to. Someone who understands me. And I know it won't last for long. But at least for now I'll make the most of it.

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"Hi Reu" I smile, pulling him into a hug.

Even though it hasn't been long, I've already gotten use to his touch.

"Hi" He mumbles into my neck, squeezing me lightly.

I slip out of his grasp, grinning widely as I hold up the small present I had brought for him today. In this short time that we've spent together, I've learnt one very important thing, Reuben loves his food. So to thank him for the last couple of days we've spent together, I decided to bring him a little something to enjoy while we talk.

I watch his expression change from an extremely adorable confused expression to one of excitement, slipping the basket out of my hands.

"Is this for me!" He exclaims, admiring the object like it was more of a trophy than an old picnic basket that I had found in that garage.

But before I can even answer his eyebrows are creased together, worry settling on his pretty face, "But you don't eat?"

"It's fine I swear, it was only a present for you." I smile sweetly, desperately trying to wipe off the sad expression he's wearing.

But it doesn't change anything. He still looks panicked, looking from the basket to me and back to the basket again, sadness showing clearly in his eyes.

"If it makes you feel better." I say, feeling terrible that I'm the reason for his suffering, "I might try some of those pretzels"

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Why would I agree to eat food? I hadn't eaten in years and I definitely wasn't about to start now.

I grab a pretzel and break it into three pieces. Laying it out in front of me as I study the salty snack, wondering if I really should put it in my mouth.

"You're not gonna gain any weight from eating one pretzel." Reuben blurted, shoving another handful of useless calories in his mouth. "If that's what you're worried about."

"My body isn't use to food." I say, cautiously placing a tiny bit of pretzel on my tongue and chewing it thoughtfully. "So it's hard to eat."

The salty taste makes my stomach churn, so I push the rest of the pretzel pieces away. One was more than enough.

Reu sighed at my actions, tossing away his empty plate and shifting uncomfortably until he was lying on his back.

"I want to know everything about you." He says, looking up at me through his eye lashes. "Tell me it all."

I didn't know what to say. What was he asking me? To tell him all of my secrets? Because that was definitely a no go zone. "My name is Jessica Rebecca Steel. When I turned 15 my life sucked. And then I met you."

He sighs again, disappointment covering his face. "Fine, lets start simple. What's your favourite colour?"

I smile, looking up at the gorgeous orangey, pink colour that was now covering the sky. It was 7:00 in the evening, and since it was winter the sun was already setting.